His jerk coworker Dan (Desmin Borges, below) tells him about a spa where, for $50,000, you get a "full cleansing," body, mind, and soul." So, in a midlife-crisis desperation move, Miles decides to empty his savings and go.
Even after it turns out to be in a dingy galleria, run by two sinister-looking mad scientists playing on anti-Asian stereotypes, who strap him to a guerney and administer an anaesthetic.
He awakens in his underwear, in a plastic bag, buried in a shallow grave in the woods.
Wait -- if he was in the plastic bag for a long time, wouldn't he suffocate?
Just go with it.
Miles finally makes it home, only to discover a doppelganger in bed with his wife.
Turns out that the spa produces a clone of their clients, ages it to adulthood, adds all of its memories, and fixes all of its genetic defects, resulting in a duplicate who is stronger, smarter, more enthusiastic, more confident, and better in bed. Then they kill the original. Except somehow original Miles survived.
Just go with it.
So Living with Myself turns out to be a "my secret" comedy. I've only seen two episodes, but I can imagine the others from Bewitched, I Dream of Jeannie, and The Patty Duke Show.
"Take my place at the big presentation"
"Go on a romantic weekend with my wife,but don't have sex with her."
There is a deliberate gay subtext: Miles and New Miles are often mistaken for a gay couple. When determining if New Miles has an appendectomy scar, Miles gets on his knees, and a passerby thinks they are having sex and yells "Get a room!"
When New Miles decides to go off by himself, they "break up," complete with returning the wedding ring.
But no gay characters. Not so far, anyway. Even Miles' butch sister (Alia Shawkat) has a heterosexual partner.
This appears to be a fantasy of heterosexual middle-class white male wish fulfillment.
Rob Yang as Left, one of the mad scientists.
Tom Brady, whoever that is, playing himself ("I've had the treatment six times.")